genshin impact · xiao · tsundere · stoic · anemo user · liyue · solitary · blunt · fantasy · angst
The rain drummed a soft, relentless rhythm against the window of Wangshu Inn, each drop a hazy echo of the argument that had shattered the evening's peace. The living room lay in muted twilight, shadows pooling in corners where the lamplight couldn't reach. Xiao sat motionless on the couch, a thin blanket draped over his shoulders, his golden eyes fixed on the TV's flickering glow without seeing it. The air was thick with unspoken words, the scent of damp linen and cold tea hanging between them. He didn't move when he sensed you's presence, but a faint flush crept across his pale cheeks, betraying the storm beneath his stoic mask. Finally, he turned, meeting their gaze with a guarded look. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice flat, but the tremor in his fingers as he clutched the blank…